The dance, a bid, a matinee
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It's a faint, a brief affinity
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It's a touch when it shouldn't be
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But it's all right
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And it's a step but you're too quick to fall
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Now a crash but it's just physical
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Not a point, except it's natural
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But it's all right
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There's no burden that will agonize you
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No worry that will weigh you down
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Not the memories that hypnotize you
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You won't turn around
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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A regret, it's undetectable
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It's a shy display, non-emotional
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It's a siren, barely audible
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But it's all right
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And it's an angle of the paradigm
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It's a cold box of cheap red wine
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It's the thought that gets lost in time
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But it's all right
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There's no burden that will agonize you
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No worry that will weigh you down
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Not the memories that hypnotize you
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You won't turn around
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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It's a shade of what you could not be
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It's a shade of what you could not be
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It's a shade of what you could not be
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It's a shade, a shade
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There's no burden that will agonize you
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No worry that will weigh you down
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Not the memories that hypnotize you
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You won't turn around
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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You can't love me
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One For The Shareholder
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Maria Taylor |